It felt like I?d signed my ownershippapers. I just stared down admiring my voluminous production and her static,accepting expression. I didn?t speak. ... just turned back to the screen andstarted reading the sport again. My desk top is actually a piece of glass ontwo marble trestles so I could easily peer down occasionally and glance at herface. Some of my jizz had melted into her eye socketand she had to blink to reduce the stinging. But she never once even lookedlike moving her hand to wipe it,. Alex asked her if she could him find some place for him to sleep it off. The hot waitress and Alex dragged Ashok to a couch in the owner’s office.“Thank you” said Alex to the hot waitress. “How can I thank you?” he added.“Well there is a way” said the hot waitress luting over Alex as she came close to him and starts kissing him on his lips.Meanwhile at the bar Shobha told Hemant the bartender “I need you to do a favour for our friend Savita.“Sure Madam. I’m here to serve” said Hemant as he. We have plenty of time to work on the clue." Neville added optimistically. Harry felt himself getting angry and desperate. He wanted- no… he needed the ring now. He wanted to talk to Sirius and his parents. He wanted to apologize to Cedric Diggory."Harry? It’s dinner time." Hermione came to kneel in front of him, gently reaching out to rub his arm. Her hand was now bandaged as they had visited the hospital wing upon reentering the castle. Madame Pomfrey had asked that they not make their visit. Both women looked apprehensive as did the final arrival a rather stunning hard-faced blonde of about 40, a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm and large rings in her nipples under the thin dress, though even she looked apprehensive, and was leant on the arm of a much younger man. They sat in silence, each appraising the others, like a dentists waiting room each wondering who would have the dreaded red lot numbers. Time passed, the sound of feet on the stairs, muffled greetings, ‘tits’ voice.